The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Conclusively   The night was almost too long to bear Then there was evidence of mercy—a passing car— milky air—and I could see dry walls ...

The Little Miracles   After ‘A Winter Night’ by Tomas Tranströmer (translated by Robin Robertson)   Since I found mother collapsed on the...

A Winter Night   The storm puts its mouth to the house and blows to get a tone. I toss and turn, my closed eyes reading the storm's te...

Poem I think of your face and of its deepest bewilderment. It makes me sad as if the morning were a tower or pair of them—haunted and pure, ...

A Night in Brooklyn We undid a button, turned out the light, and in that narrow bed we built the great city— water towers, cisterns, hot a...

Spoiler   Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from uterus to throat.  It’s one long nerve , the doctor says. There’s a reason bre...

By Small and Small: Midnight to 4 A.M.   For eleven years I have regretted it, regretted that I did not do what I wanted to do as I sat th...